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- There you go. Tea and two.
- Cheers, Gerry.

- Morning.
- If Esther's chucked him out, he's all yours.

- Put them there.
- No, you don't. Down there.

- Er... desk in the corner, please.
- What?

- I only wanted the Adamsons.
- These are all the Adamsons.

- From '71?
- Can't do that, sir. It's by surname.

- It's all the Adamsons or none of them.
- Glad I didn't ask for Joneses.

Morning, ma'am.

- Morning, Sandra.
- Morning.

This was found last week

in the foundations of a dole office
that was being demolished at Finsbury Park.

Builders dropped it off at the local police
station. This is what got them interested.

There's no blood anywhere else,
just on the shorts.

Not shorts, Brian,

hotpants.

There's a whole world of difference.

The owner of the bag was identified
through this - a baby's vaccination card.

William Adamson, born 21st January 1971.

Reported missing 15th August 1971.

Along with his mother, Donna, aged 24.

Shouldn't it have gone to the station
who originally filed the mother and child missing?

- It did.
- So it's their case.

- It's my case.
- Excuse me.

- I decide which investigations we pursue.
- No, I mean, it is my case,

was my case,
when I was stationed at Finsbury Park nick.

You're not going to go obsessive, are you?

Probably.

♪ It's all right, it's OK

♪ Doesn't really matter if you're old and grey

♪ It's all right, I say, it's OK

♪ Listen to what I say

♪ It's all right, doing fine

♪ Doesn't really matter if the sun don't shine

♪ It's all right, I say, it's OK

♪ We're getting to the end of the day... ♪

It was just a routine missing persons inquiry.

A medical student reported
his wife and child had disappeared.

So you said, "If she doesn't show up
in a couple of days, get back to us."

- What happened?
- I made some inquiries, got nowhere

and my superior told me
to put it on the index and forget about it.

Donna had probably walked out on
her husband, shacked up with another darkie.

- Darkie?
- His words, not mine.

It's just the way people spoke back then.

When I started, we were told
never to use the word black.

The expression was coloured. Then
we were told never to use the word coloured.

- Yeah, black was the new black.
- Yes!

So our starting point is where it always is
in these cases, with the husband.

Paul Adamson.

MD, OBE.

Consultant in genetics.

Photo courtesy of his latest book,
"The Genetic Paradox".

When I met him in '71,
he was a scruffy-looking student.

I told him thousands of people disappeared
every year and most of them come home.

He cried. I felt sorry for him.

When, in all probability,
he'd just murdered his family.

Take your time, Mr Adamson.

They're dead, aren't they?

There is blood on Donna's shorts
and we're running tests to see whose blood it is.

We got both William and Donna's DNA

from a baby bottle
and a hairbrush that we found in the holdall.

Obviously, after three decades,
that is the line of inquiry we will be taking.

I feel relieved.

Just knowing something -
not that it really tells us anything.

Except that perhaps
Donna didn't walk out on you after all.

At the time, you felt that you might
have spent too much time at lectures,

concentrating on your studies
rather than your wife.

- I'm sorry, who are you?
- Brian Lane.

PC Lane as I was then.

You came to the house.

Remind me of the time you left for college
the day Donna and William disappeared.

If you could remind me
why you didn't do more to find them.

I came back to the station three times,
you were never in.

- I appreciate this must be difficult for you.
- You don't have children, do you?

There's trained sympathy in your face,
but that's all.

Of course, I'm your chief suspect.

- Well, I'm happy to give you a DNA swab.
- Thank you.

Why did you go down the pub that night,
after your lectures had finished?

My lecturer invited me -
I couldn't really say no.

Perhaps you didn't rush because you knew
there'd be no happy family waiting for you.

Perhaps I just went to the pub.

I adored my wife.

Cor! Brian's writing!

- Mm.
- I should leave them on. They suit you.

There you go. You look almost intelligent.

The night before Donna disappeared,

she and Paul shared a bottle of wine
and a Vesta curry.

Ah! Vesta curry! The call of the Orient.

Would you have a romantic dinner
if you were just about to kill your wife and child?

I would if I was into last suppers.

I can scan, enlarge and encapsulate that
if you want.

- Will it hurt?
- The case was given a low priority.

There's low priority and no priority.

- Paul Adamson's our chief suspect.
- Yeah, because he's our only suspect.

Donna's family might have known
why she walked out, or a friend, perhaps.

You talked to no one apart from a neighbour.
If you had, we might have more to go on.

Er... we need to look at this on parallel lines.

So why would Paul Adamson want to kill
his wife and child?

And who else is in the frame?

I've got to go out.
Jack, divvy up the jobs.

Gone into "bird in charge" mode.

- You haven't returned any of my calls.
- I've been busy.

No, you're pissed off
that I wasn't straight with you before.

I was doing my job, just like you.

Let me take you for lunch.

You don't have to make it up to me, Greg.
Like you say - work is work.

This has nothing to do with work. You know it.

And I promise I'll be straight with you
from now on.

The house was bought in 1972
by its current owner, a Mr Eric Grant.

He had to get rid of the tenants
and apparently he's got a list.

Paul and Donna rented two rooms
in a multi-occupancy house.

Who knows how many people lived there,

how many potential suspects?

- I slipped up, Jack.
- It's more than half a lifetime ago.

Then it was a routine missing persons inquiry.

- And now?
- Now it's your clear-up time.

Come on!

Nice house. Mr Grant made a good investment.

- This list is excellent.
- Main living area.

Sofa, there.

Bookshelves.

Desk where Paul studied, there. Clotheshorse.

William's baby clothes hung out to dry.

- Is he for real?
- His party trick.

You don't think anything happened here, do you?

- Have you got a cellar?
- Routine inquiry.

Fly fishing? I wouldn't have thought
there was much good sport round here.

- You'd be surprised. You a fisherman?
- Only the ones in my ornamental pond.

Was Paul Adamson still living here
when you took the house over?

- Like I said, I can't remember him or his family.
- He's not down here.

Perhaps he went before I bought the house.

What about these other tenants?
Do you remember Elaine Farmer?

- Joel Stephens?
- Oh, come on!

- It was hard enough to find the list.
- You, Mrs Grant?

Oh, I wasn't around then.

I was only 18 in 1971.

I do know I had a terrible crush
on Marc Bolan.

♪ Ride a white swan
like the people of the Beltane

♪ Wear your hair long, babe,
you can't go wrong ♪

- Nice one!
- (MUSIC: "RIDE A WHITE SWAN" BY T-REX)

♪ Catch a bright star
and place it on your forehead

♪ Say a few spells
And, baby, there you go

♪ Take a black cat and sit it on your shoulder

♪ And in the morning
you'll know all you know... ♪

(MUSIC FADES)

- What are you doing?
- Taking meself back

to a humdrum August day in 1971.

And what's it like?

Lonely.

This investigation isn't about you, Brian.

Isn't it?

My daughter loved dancing.
And her parties, of course.

She would dance all night.

You were married to an American?

Louis was stationed over here
during and after the war.

His plane went down
during the Berlin Airlift in 1948.

At least the Americans know how to look after
their war widows. This is very pleasant.

I'm very fortunate that my son-in-law
takes care of my financial welfare.

- What, Paul pays for this?
- He's my only family.

Tell me about the last time
that you saw Donna, if you can.

It was the night of her 24th birthday.
Paul had arranged a party for her.

I had William. It was her first night off.
She needed it.

- She wasn't coping?
- No. She was constantly in tears.

She missed the telephone exchange,

but in those days,
women with young children didn't work.

That's Donna, leading her ladies out
in the Post Office workers' strike.

800 telephonists marched
from Lincoln's Inn Fields to Hyde Park Corner.

What did they chant?
"Eight per cent? Sorry, wrong number."

Donna had just read "The Female Eunuch",
she wanted to change the world.

Do you think Donna would ever
have harmed William in any way?

No. She loved him.

Fought to keep him.

Paul's parents didn't want her
to keep the baby. They put pressure on him.

- Pressure?
- How do I put this politely?

They didn't want him to have a child
of indeterminate colour.

- Threatened to cut him off.
- He told them where to go?

Only when Donna absolutely refused
to have an abortion.

Paul proposed and they cut him off.

After Donna disappeared,
they forgave him and he went back home.

- Perhaps Adamson regretted his marriage.
- (PIANO PLAYING WALTZ)

A firebrand like Donna was hardly gonna
make the ideal doctor's wife, was she?

Plus she was in the way of a lot of money.

It's one thing not to want the kid,
it's a totally different thing to kill a baby.

- Well, hello!
- Hello.

You don't ballroom-dance, do you?

Only he's a bit of a fossil
and I was a "Come Dancing" finalist.

- No, really, we're in a bit of a hurry.
- No! I'll hold your coat. Enjoy yourself.

- Come on!
- I haven't danced for years.

- Bit of a bad foot.
- That's it. Yes.

One and two and round...

One and two and round...

I don't remember seeing ballroom dancing
on your CV.

Carol and I went to marriage guidance.

The counsellor said we weren't doing anything
that involved us both at the same time.

So Carol booked lessons.

That's where I met Alison

and we found something better to do
that involved us both at the same time.

The blood on the shorts isn't Donna's
or William's, but the pattern is interesting.

The dispersal indicates
it could've been caused by a nosebleed.

As the person breathes out,
the blood is sent out in a fine spray.

- Maybe Donna hit out at her attacker.
- We've got a motive for her husband now.

Trapped in a marriage, didn't want the baby,
she was miserable.

It isn't his blood,
but that doesn't rule him out, far from it.

The blood could belong to someone else,
someone Donna was with that day,

- but shouldn't have been.
- Like a lover?

Against the notes when I talked to
the neighbour, I found the words "often out".

- She was taking the baby out.
- "Often out all day."

If Adamson stood by Donna and
she betrayed him, you've got a double motive.

Rather than see his family go somewhere else,
he killed them.

Men who see their family as property -
we've all had those.

If Donna did have a lover,
maybe it was somebody at work.

We should find Donna's friends, colleagues,
anyone who can shed light on her personal life.

Mr Lane, you scribbled down a name
that you didn't follow up at the time.

Jill Brewer. According to your notes, Adamson
even mentioned that she was friends with Donna.

- Great. Let's find her.
- Leave it with me.

Actually, I've already found her husband.

Well done, Clarky.

- Just down there. Aisle 2.
- Thanks a lot.

Excuse me. Rick Brewer?

I'm Jack Halford, this is Gerry Standing,
from the Metropolitan Police.

We're reopening a missing persons inquiry
and we'd like to talk to you.

I never expected to hear from the police after
all this time. Didn't think you were interested.

You weren't interviewed originally
about the disappearance?

Of course I was interviewed. It was me
that reported her missing in the first place.

No, Donna's husband reported her missing.

I'm talking about my wife - Jill.

Jill left for a day out.

I thought she'd gone over to Bexhill
to see her sister.

But she never came home.

This was definitely August 15th 1971?

I do know the date my wife disappeared.

- Was there any reason she left?
- She didn't leave a note.

- Did she take any belongings with her?
- No, nothing.

Why are you so interested?
You didn't want to know at the time.

Do you recognise this woman?

Yeah. That's one of Jill's women's lib friends.

That's who you were on about. Has she got
something to do with Jill's disappearance?

We're not sure, but it looks like
they both vanished the same day.

But why wasn't the link
between Donna and Jill made before?

Donna went missing in Islington, Jill in Greenwich.

There were no computers then.

The connection would only have been made
if the bodies were found.

Maybe Jill is the lover we're looking for.

Maybe they ran away together
and formed a publishing house.

No. Let's be honest. They were probably
just a couple of bored housewives

desperate to get away from their crap lives.
It's Thelma and Louise.

What, with a baby?

They'd have had a lot of fun with
the housekeeping and a few bob child benefit.

No.

Linda Gough. Carol Cooper. Lucy Partington.

- Shirley Hubbard.
- Yeah. Fred West victims. Point being?

DC Hazel Savage started out
looking for West's missing daughter.

Ended up uncovering her body and nine others.

We've got to widen the scope
of what we're doing, the questions we're asking.

She was a supervisor at the exchange.

Left a year or so before Donna.

They were friends, she came to the house
after William was born.

- I can't remember her name.
- Jill Brewer.

Did Donna mention
that she'd be meeting her that day?

No.

Why weren't you straight with us
about your relationship with Donna?

According to her mother,
you wanted Donna to have an abortion.

All right.

Yes, I did. It wasn't the right time, for me.

- For us.
- Why didn't you tell me this at the time?

I don't remember you asking.

- And what about the other day?
- Didn't seem relevant.

After William was born, I fell in love with him.

And even deeper in love with Donna.

Being a family man was exactly what I wanted.

I'm ashamed I asked her
to terminate the pregnancy.

Donna was different. She was extraordinary.

The room stopped when she walked in.

If you don't believe me, see for yourself.

That's Donna with her husband Paul.

They're happy.

- How can you know?
- The way he's looking at her.

And the way she keeps on holding his arm,
even though she's talking to somebody else.

She's so full of life.

Oh! "The Female Eunuch".

They reprinted this every month
to keep up with demand.

I had to queue up for my copy.

She wanted us women
to stop buying into our own oppression.

- Who did?
- Germaine Greer.

- Oh.
- It was marvellous.

At least what I read of it was.

What with Mark and Elaine
and Mum with her thrombosis

and you working 70 hours a week,
I never got it finished.

- You could read it now.
- Nah.

It would be a bit like looking at a brochure
for some exotic place you've never visited

and that you never will.

I'll go and make you a camomile tea.

These petals were found
at the bottom of Donna's bag.

- It's the creeping spearwort.
- Just looks like a little buttercup.

So it is. Now extinct.

- It only grew in a handful of water habitats.
- Our first clue to the scene of crime.

- (DOOR OPENING)
- Not if it's...

Stationery cupboard, now.

Did you know he could run?

Jill Brewer.

Donna Adamson.

Paul Adamson.

Eric Grant, our angling builder.

Tiny buttercups.

Time to go fishing.

(GRANT) I can't decide on a BMW or a Jag.

Spec's about the same, both pricey.

Of course... Beamers are a... a bit...

black drugs dealer, aren't they?

- What do you reckon?
- I don't drive.

There was a party in this house
on 8th July 1971.

- You were at it.
- OK, I'll take your word for it.

Do you remember who you danced with?

You're having a laugh.

Jesus, mate, you haven't got much to go on,
have you?

This is the woman we're looking for.
Donna Adamson.

You danced with her - or tried to.

I told you the first time you came here.

I don't remember.

And presumably you also forgot to tell us

that you lived round the corner with your mum
and dad until 1972 when you bought this house.

Well, I... didn't think it mattered.

I mean, we were talking about
the old tenants.

The house was a good investment,
I'd worked on it,

so when it came on the market,
Dad helped me with the mortgage.

- Is that what you want?
- You worked on the house?

Yeah. Replastering.
Plumbing was a load of shite.

Usual remedial stuff.

Erm... this woman.

She was at the same party. Jill Brewer.

I don't know her!

Look, I'm very sorry, love.
I think you're wasting your time.

I understand, but there is something
you could do, Mr Grant.

- If you could give us a DNA sample.
- Eh?

- To rule you out.
- Hang on, sonny.

- It's PC Clark.
- OK, PC Clark.

I'm not having my genetic blueprint stored
in one of your computers for all time, right?

It won't be. Just until after the investigation,
then it'll be destroyed.

So you want me to volunteer a sample, yeah?

Well, I say...

no.

About the party. You made
a rather determined pass at Donna Adamson.

- Against the law to hit on a black bird, is it?
- You fancied her, though?

- Leave it.
- You're putting words in my mouth.

Mr Halford's very good on goldfish.
He suggested we use a different food.

- Is everything all right?
- The police are about to leave.

Look...

You think I let Donna and William down.

I know I did.

Stick the race label on if you want,
but it was nothing remotely as interesting.

I was a glorified office boy.

You mean you followed orders,
whether you agreed with them or not?

Yes! PCs back then only existed
to please their sergeants.

- Mine was the nearest I ever got to God.
- That's pathetic.

You're right.

I know it's too late for excuses.

I'm sorry.

With respect, sir,
it's not me you should be apologising to.

- Help me give Donna's family some answers.
- I am helping.

What, by playing silly buggers,
like you did at Grant's house?

Illegally obtained DNA,
trying to steal that fag end?

- You've done it before, with the bullet.
- Yes, and it was a big mistake.

Plus, you're forgetting something.
I'm not a police officer.

- You've got a promising career ahead of you.
- You are forgetting something.

I'm a black police officer.

Quite frankly, that puts me
at somewhat of a disadvantage.

Yeah. Probably does.

But so did being a copper
with an obsessive memory,

with an addiction to detail and booze.

And a fundamental inability to have any kind
of non-work-related conversation

with anyone who wasn't Esther.

Plus everyone was out to get me.

I still made DI.

So you can run the bloody Met.

Grant went out of his way
to avoid telling us he knew Donna.

But he did, so is he lying about Jill Brewer?

I found out from Kay that Grant goes fishing
up at Willow Ponds, has done for years.

That was one of the last sites
for creeping spearwort,

which gives us a circumstantial link
between Donna and Grant.

- Also a possible murder site.
- We should drag the ponds.

We need more than few petals
to justify that kind of operation, Gerry.

And the ponds aren't necessarily
where he would have disposed of the bodies.

Look, Grant had access to Hawthorn Avenue,
he had a key,

because he was working on the house.

A year later, he bought the house
and extended out from the back of the building.

Was he hiding the bodies of Donna and Jill?

We haven't got enough for an arrest, though.

We need a definite link
between Grant and the clothes.

Go back to Forensics,
there must be more than blood and buttercups.

- I'll be back in an hour.
- That shrink must be costing you fortunes.

(GERRY CHUCKLING)

- Really?
- Done so many things, that's another one.

- And with you.
- So how's work?

It's a secret.

Sandra, can we do this again?

- Yeah. I'd like that.
- Dinner?

OK. How about Saturday night?

- Erm... Saturdays are difficult.
- I see. Call me when you've got a window.

Look, Sandra, the thing is,
I have a daughter.

Helena, she's five. I have her at weekends,
Kim has her the rest of the time.

- Who's Kim?
- Helena's mother.

- Your ex-wife?
- No.

No, it was a fling,
the relationship was never serious,

so we agreed to forget about playing
happy families and tried to remain friends.

Look, I said I'd be straight with you.

After a few disasters, I've tended to avoid
proper relationships

in case Helena gets too fond of anyone
and they don't stick around.

So me asking you out, it's a big deal,

- I'm just sorry I've done it so clumsily.
- No, no. You haven't.

I think erm...

I think it proves that you're very grown-up.

I can do Sundays to Fridays.

The only trouble is,

I don't know whether I'm grown-up.

- No, nothing.
- All right, erm...

Try 1972, North London.

What I want is a list of all subcontractors
who worked on the social security building.

In particular, I want JKG Construction Ltd.

"Wanting Everything: The Art Of Happiness".

"The Road Less Traveled".

"You Can Heal Your Life".

"Women Who Love Too Much".

Oh. Must be one of Esther's.

Am I supposed to know what these are for?

(SIGHS) I'm trying to help you save some money.

On your er... lunchtime appointments.

Oh, it's nothing to be ashamed of.

Quite the opposite, in fact.

These are the books I've used
on my own individual self-improvement curve.

I've listed all the medication I've been on

and cross-referenced it
with the literature I was reading at the time.

I've made a top-ten list of the best combinations.

- Thank you.
- Feel the fear and do it anyway.

- I've got another complication on the case.
- You mean apart from that one?

(LAUGHS) Clarky and I just did a miss pers
search on the area around Hawthorn Avenue.

Another woman disappeared at the same time
as Donna and Jill. Karen Brown.

This investigation has the potential
to be the biggest case we've handled.

Oh! I'm sorry, I thought it was just
an executive toy.

It's meant to promote tranquillity.

I thought promotion was an alien concept
in this office.

You were saying, Brian?

The name of the third woman is Karen Brown.

She was reported missing
four weeks after Donna Adamson,

from a house three streets away
from Hawthorn Avenue.

- Just a coincidence.
- Except that the landlord is a builder

called John Grant.

Eric Grant's father.

We already know that Eric had access
to Hawthorn Avenue,

the last-known address for Donna Adamson
and a place often visited by Jill Brewer.

I'm thinking photographs
of tents in back gardens, selling red tops.

- Is this some kind of riddle? Shall I go first?
- (MOUTHS)

I don't want the tabloids having a field day
over a new House of Horrors.

Be very, very careful with your facts
before you start digging up back gardens.

Yes, sir.

Is that it?

What about my customary hard time?
I'm feeling short-changed.

So am I. I would like
an immediate departmental increase.

If Brian's on the right track,

this investigation isn't going to stop
with Donna, Jill and Karen.

We've only got as far as 1971.

Undertaking an inquiry of this kind -
discreetly - will cost money, sir.

That's if there's anything left
in the tranquillity budget, of course.

That shrink's doing her the world of good.

I thought we'd dropped
the Paul Adamson line of inquiry.

We have. Ignore Donna, keep looking
behind her there in the hallway.

There. I've had the image digitally enhanced.

How much does this enhancement cost?

Hardly a drop in the tranquillity budget.

Mm. Seems the investigation's shot up
to the top floor.

We got the computer, as well.

Normally you have to beg for a new stapler.
Now, here's the enhancement.

Look at this coat.

Mm. Very unusual stitching.

There was more than
blood and buttercups on the clothes.

Look - a tiny silver thread
on William's babygrow

and another one on Donna's shorts.

Right, now watch this.

- There.
- Who is it? Can we find out?

There's more. Here's the enhancement
and there's a picture of Eric Grant.

And now it's searching for similarities.

- Bosh!
- Ha! Yes!

Bloody hell.
Which book did you get that from?

This is just to help us. The house will be covered
with your fingerprints and DNA.

We need to be able to ignore yours.

Fine.

Grant is ready to interview.

Er, don't take this the wrong way, but...

we're concerned
about the line you're going to take.

- Why?
- Have you read the psychological profile?

- Of course I have.
- We agree with it.

Oh, really? I didn't think
you believed in these things.

"It's unlikely Grant will respond
to the higher functioning intelligence

"of the dominant female persona."

- And?
- Grant preyed on vulnerable women.

- He had to be in charge.
- And he married little under-the-thumb Kay.

I mean, basically,
you're the sort of woman he despises.

- And that is?
- "A forceful, confident woman

"who is comfortable with her own sexuality
and ability to influence the opposite sex."

You see, basically,
you're BIC: bird in charge.

For the questioning to get results,
you should be bird in the hand,

or at very least, bird in the bush,
otherwise known as BITB.

"Bitba".

You want me to be the UCOS bitba?

- Smashing acronym. Bevan will be pleased.
- Oh, yes.

- Huh!
- Let me get this straight.

So you're telling me that I've got be needy.

- I don't do needy.
- No. Strong but vulnerable.

Yeah, just think Jodie Foster
as Clarice Starling, you'll be fine.

(IMITATES HANNIBAL LECTER)

OK. Thanks.

That's great.

No, really. Great.

- I'm not sure I can handle this.
- What?

Praise. I'm not used to it.

I wouldn't worry.
She was looking at me when she said it.

This is you at the '71 Summer of Love festival
in Hyde Park.

- Where did you get that?
- Your wife. She's been very cooperative.

- Yeah, that's Kay, all right.
- Nice coat.

- Common as muck then, weren't they?
- Not with customised silver embroidery.

This silver thread was found
on the clothes Donna and William were wearing

on the day they disappeared.

Yeah? Well, I can explain that.

- The coat was stolen.
- Very convenient.

I don't remember when or where.

Must've been from one of the houses
I was working on.

You spent a lot of time
at 59 Hawthorn Avenue that summer.

You had keys and you came and went as
you pleased. You were invited to Donna's party.

But you won't admit to knowing her.

You found Donna attractive.
Come on, you can tell me.

I mean, I can see why you would.
She was very vivacious, flirty even.

We know you knew her, Eric.

Yeah. I knew her.

OK? I fancied her.

Happy now?
She didn't want anything to do with me

and that's as far as it went, trust me.

Trust you?

See? I knew as I soon as I admit to something,
you'd try and pin her disappearance on me.

I know how you work and I'm right, ain't I?

Scene Of Crime are taking
your house apart, Eric.

And the three other addresses you and your
father were renovating between 1970 and '72.

Waste of time, mate.

Might I suggest
you stop smirking and start talking, mate?

I'm a bloody builder!
I got into houses, thousands of them.

Sometimes I've got keys, yeah, and
perhaps I had the key to 59 Hawthorn Avenue.

- I don't remember!
- Memory's a problem for you, isn't it?

So what were you doing 33 years ago today?

February 23rd, let me see.

I took a call about a robbery. There was...

We've been talking to a Joel Stephens.

He rented a room at Hawthorn Avenue
between 1970 and 1972.

Now, he remembers you as a bit
of a Jack-the-Lad, always at parties.

Here we are. Er, "Sowing his wild oats
wherever he could."

So? I lived.

Looks like you could've done
with a bit of that yourself, love.

You know what, Eric?

You're right. Really.

I haven't had much of a life outside my career.

Sussex University, Bramshill College,
steady promotion through the Met.

No gap year, no travelling across Europe,
dossing on station platforms,

no husband, no kids - pathetic, really.

Maybe I should have partied more.
Inhaled more.

Inhaled something.

But you know what?

I'm glad I didn't.

Because all the time I wasn't living,
I was getting better at my job

and now... Whoo!

I'm top of my game.

So all I can say is... lucky you.

That last bit, more Trinity in "The Matrix",
wouldn't you say?

- Do what?
- What do you think I do with my weekends?

- Brian's very focused on Donna Adamson.
- It's understandable.

Yeah, but we've got two other victims. I mean,
Jill could've introduced the killer to Donna.

I think we should go wider
than Hawthorn Avenue.

- We've got nothing on Jill Brewer.
- Except what her husband told us.

He recognised Donna straight away,

yet he didn't ring to ask her if she'd seen Jill.

Surely, if your wife goes missing,
the first thing you'd do is ring her friends.

Let's see if Rick Brewer's got
any previous, eh?

(TYRES SQUEAL)

Bollocks!

- This had better be important.
- Forensics.

Whoever bled on Donna's shorts,
it wasn't Eric Grant.

- Shit.
- Are we looking under the right stone?

And Rick Brewer's got previous -

ABH, 1970, a year before they all went missing.

There's nothing to link him
to the disappearances.

- Not yet, there isn't.
- We've got more than enough on Grant.

- The thread from his coat is on the clothes.
- On Donna and William's clothes, yes,

but there's nothing to connect him
with Jill or Karen.

We need to know more about Mr Brewer.

- We're going to Plumpton Grange hospital.
- (MOBILE RINGS)

- The old loony bin?
- Splendid.

Hello?

- You should be backing me up, Jack.
- I am.

- What do you mean, she's gone?
- She just slipped out.

Your wife's walked out on you.
Packed her suitcases and buggered off.

(SIGHS)

You're a liar. She can't have.

What is Kay so scared of, Eric? Is it you?

Perhaps she knows more about you
than she wants to.

- Maybe she's gone away for a couple of days.
- She's cleared out her personal belongings,

the wardrobes.

We're just checking
about your bank account now.

I don't know where she's gone.

And I don't know why I'm here.

Jack, there is nothing on Rick Brewer.

That's because we made
an incorrect assumption.

We thought he hit the doctor
while he was an in-patient, but he wasn't.

- His wife was.
- Eh?

Jill Brewer. Two attempted suicides,
three courses of electroconvulsive therapy.

- What does that say to you?
- Vulnerable with a capital V.

Or nutter with a capital N.

It's the promise of new life I like the most.

- I expect you've both got kids, eh?
- Not me. Gerry's got three daughters and...

I'm just about to become a grandfather.

- I wish you luck.
- Cheers.

Doesn't always work out, you know.
It didn't for me and Jill.

That's what sent her funny.
Our son was stillborn.

I'm sorry.

- That's very sad.
- That's more than anyone said at the time.

There was none of this softly, softly approach
to folk that lost their babies.

Jill was sent back to the maternity ward

and made to sit next to mums
that were feeding their newborns.

Do you know, I never saw my son?
Just took him away and incinerated him.

After the stillbirth, Jill got very depressed.

She...

She kept getting these nightmares,

flashbacks to the birth, to our son's face.

She tried to kill herself in the June,

and by July she'd been admitted to hospital.

The first lot of ECT left her with terrible burns.

My solicitor took those
for when my assault charge came up to court.

Yeah, but the hospital
didn't call that assault, did they?

- Did Jill have any more treatment?
- Oh, yeah.

Yeah, they persuaded her
to sign the consent form

and kept... kept on buzzing her

until she wasn't depressed any more.

But then she wasn't Jill any more, either.

August the next year, she disappeared.

And that's it.

Are you sure, Mr Brewer?

You weren't exactly straight with us before,
were you?

Because Jill had mental health problems.

I didn't think you'd take her disappearance
seriously if you knew that.

You'd just assume that she'd killed herself.
Just another nutter.

She wasn't.

What if Paula's baby's like the Brewers'
and doesn't make it?

Most of them do.

What about you and Mary?

- Didn't you fancy having a family?
- It just never happened.

Besides, back then you accepted
that that was your lot and got on with life,

the wonderful life we had,

until some bastard ran her down.

Shall we go, then?

So much for Rick Brewer as a suspect.

Why aren't we getting any answers, Brian?

Ma'am, SOCO's found this.

It was stashed under the floorboards
of a bedroom in Hawthorn Avenue.

These were inside.

Karen Brown's personal effects.

Eric Grant's trophy.

(DISTRESSED BREATHING)

I can't explain what they're doing
at my house.

I don't know Karen Brown,
I've never heard of her.

I honestly have never, ever heard of her.

You see, Eric, it's well known that killers
collect mementoes of their victims.

Where is she, Eric? Karen Brown.

Intelligent girl, plenty of A levels,
place at university. Everything to live for.

Just like Donna Adamson.
She was gonna change the world.

And Jill Brewer,
fighting for equal opportunities.

- All bright young women with a great future.
- Except when they met you,

when they were having dark days.

Donna was having a crisis
about being a mother,

Jill couldn't cope with losing her baby.

- Go get him!
- We don't know about Karen.

But at 18, about to step out into the big,
wide world, she would've needed a friend, too.

And that was you, wasn't it?
Affable, Jack-the-Lad,

answer-for-everything Eric.

- What's she playing at?
- Low status.

Kay tried to stick by you, didn't she?
She knew what you'd done to those women.

And so when we came knocking,
she feared for her own life.

I wouldn't hurt my wife.

I love Kay!

I love her!

I'm really sorry about those women.

I don't understand.

I don't understand.

(SOBS) I don't understand!

- They've broken him.
- Why doesn't Brian finish him off?

- Come on, Brian!
- Come on!

Come on! We've got the film,
a match to the blood - it's Jill Brewer's.

She was with Donna and William when
they went to Willow Ponds - little buttercups.

Grant was with them.
We've got the thread from his coat,

Karen Brown's possessions in his house,
his wife's just bolted.

- He killed them!
- Congratulations, Brian!

He's the killer.
Only we're running out of time to charge him.

We need a confession. Let me have a go.

Go on, then! He's in there,
crying like a newborn.

You could get him
to confess to anything right now.

You've got your man, Bri.
It's your chance to put things right.

Yes, and that's what you think
this is all about, isn't it? Putting things right.

Nothing but the complete truth will do, Jack,
and you know that.

- Hold on, we've got all the pieces.
- And they don't fit with that man in there.

I've had villains who won't admit to anything,
plenty of them,

and I've known when they're lying.

- I've gone wrong somewhere.
- No, we've not gone wrong anywhere!

OK. Give him half an hour
and if he's still wobbling, I'll take you in with me.

(DOOR OPENING)

What are you doing in here?

I thought if I sat in the big chair
and had some tranquillity...

- Inspiration might strike?
- Huh! What, in here?

I'm not ready to go back in.

Yes, well, maybe you're right.

Something's come up.

There is no trace of Eric Grant's DNA
in Karen Brown's possessions.

But they're teeming with someone else's DNA.

Kay Grant.

So we were wondering how she was involved.

Could she be the killer?
Is that why she's on the run?

Little Kay Grant a killer?

Karen Brown as a little girl.

"Mum, Dad, Heather and me."

Heather Brown. Karen Brown's sister.
Heather Brown!

Heather Brown! The babysitter killer.

Murdered twin girls?

The parents came back
and found the twins strangled.

- 1971.
- What are you saying, Brian?

Our cases are connected with Heather Brown?

Not directly.

Kay Grant's DNA is on Karen Brown's
possessions. That's because Kay is Karen.

They're one and the same.

If you had Heather Brown for a sister,
wouldn't you want to disappear?

I'm sorry for just calling round, but...

grown-up or not, I've had a really crap day.

Come in.

(JACK SIGHING)

Just had a call
from Jill Brewer's old GP surgery.

Mrs Brewer's records are no longer available.

They were requested
by the Fern Road practice, Dorkey.

- Dorkey?
- South of Dublin.

When was the request dated?

October 31st 1973.

15 months after she disappeared.

Hello, Brian Lane here, Metropolitan Police.

We've no idea what happened
to Donna and William,

Karen Brown changed her name to Kay
and left her past behind

and now it looks like Jill Brewer's
left her husband behind and moved to Ireland.

The expression "pear shaped" springs to mind.

Thank you. Yeah. What's the married name?

Thank you.

Jill Brewer's still alive. She's remarried.

What, without divorcing Rick?

She didn't want anyone to find her.

(PUMPING)

You'll have to excuse the noise.

It's my little friend.

- Which type of cancer?
- Ovarian.

- That's bad luck.
- Not really. It's in the genes, apparently.

My mother died in a hospital side ward.

I'm hoping to go out in rather more style.

Mr Kemp left you very well provided for.

(JACK) Did he know you were married
to someone else?

You didn't come all this way
to charge me with bigamy, Mr Halford.

(CHUCKLES)

I thought it would die with me.

The truth?

You killed Donna, didn't you?

Oh! What's the point of all this?

- I'll be dead by the summer.
- Then isn't it time to find some inner peace?

It's very hard to come by.

It...

It was a hot day.

(SIGHS) I'd come round for a visit.

Donna wanted to get out of the house.

So we pushed the pram up to Willow Ponds.

We took some builder's coat out of the house
as a blanket for William to lie on.

Then Donna started larking around.
She took all her clothes off.

Jumped in the water.

I thought she was... just having me on.

But then I realised she was drowning.

It was an accident.

I swear on this Bible that it was.

I believe you.

I watched her struggle...

...and then the splashing stopped.

- I didn't know what to do.
- You didn't run for help?

Of course you didn't.
It gave you the chance to have a child.

You knew the authorities
would never let you adopt one, Jill.

William had no mother. It was like...

...God had decided to give me a second chance.

So I took it. I took it.

And I'm glad that I did.

I told everyone
that William's real father was black,

that he'd died.

- I was a good mother.
- (JACK) Were you? Really?

Is that why you're here alone
in this big draughty mausoleum of a house?

William and I are estranged.

We didn't get on.

He left home as soon as he turned 16.

We keep in touch.

Christmas, birthdays.

He doesn't know I'm dying.

I understand why you did it, Jill.

But William wasn't yours to take.

It's time to give them both back.
Tell me where Donna is.

(CROWS CAWING)

After watching her friend drown,
Jill piled Donna's clothes into the bag.

Jill suffered from nosebleeds after the ECT.

Explains the blood pattern.

Then Jill took William, threw away the bag
on her way to the station

and made her way by ferry to Ireland,

where she passed herself off
as a single mother

and married into money.

So she got everything she wanted.

No, she didn't.

You can't live a life worth living
when it's rotten at the core.

Yeah, we've found something.

Are you gonna stop beating yourself up now?

Come on, Brian.
You've found William and reunited a family.

(MUSIC: "GIRL" BY T-REX)

♪ O God

♪ High in your fields above earth
Come and be real for us

♪ Oh, you with your mind

♪ Oh, yes, you are beautifully fine

♪ O girl

♪ Electric witch, you are limp
In society's ditch

♪ You are visually fine

♪ Oh, yes, you are
But mentally dying

♪ O girl

♪ Do-do-do-doo
Do-do-do-doo

♪ Do-do-do-doo
Do-do-do-doo, do-do-doo

♪ Oh, yes, you are

♪ Do-do-do-doo
O girl

♪ Do-do-do-doo
Do-do-do-doo

♪ Do-do-do-doo
Do-do-do-doo, do-do-doo

♪ Oh, yes, you are... ♪

I want what we've given that family.

The truth.

♪ It's all right, it's OK

♪ Doesn't really matter if you're old and grey

♪ It's all right, I say, it's OK

♪ Listen to what I say

♪ It's all right, doing fine

♪ Doesn't really matter if the sun don't shine

♪ It's all right, I say, it's OK

♪ We're getting to the end of the day

♪ High tech, low tech, take your pick

♪ 'Cause you can't teach an old dog
a brand new trick

♪ I don't care what anybody says

♪ At the end of the day
♪ There's a place that I can find

♪ A drink or two to ease my mind... ♪